Post by Sylph on Mar 14, 2006 11:59:13 GMT -5
Sylph nodded in approval at James' business-like manner. There was nothing she hated more than a lot of pointless talk when there were serious matters at hand; action, not planning, was her forte, and her impatient demeanour became soothed as he spoke. A wry glance in the direction of the brothers - now joined by a female who also had the distinctive lycan glint in her deep eyes - told them she was taking note of their words and actions, but she said nothing; James' plans were far more intriguing than frivolous behaviour. As the younger boy brought out his files and explained their presence, Sylph was overcome by the urge to lift one and flick through it, pulled irresistibly by her own curiosity. Fortunately, she restrained herself. If James said he would share it at some point in the future, she would respect that, not to mention the degree of care he was taking. He obviously wanted to check people out before they were privy to his information - a wise move, and Sylph applauded him for it.
He also seemed far more optimistic than Sylph at that moment; the violet haired girl was usually as cheerful and upbeat as anyone could ever need to be, but she also had a rather long streak of realism in her personality. If James could train them, fine, but they were but few, and the Shadows had thousands of hands at their disposal, and not just humans, either, if the tabloids were to be believed. His father may have groomed him, as he said, but Sylph doubted if it be enough to help them fight the Shadows openly. Still, the kid had guts, and that more than anything endeared the Gryffindor prefect to him, despite his slightly arrogant words about being an elite, not to mention the presumptuous attitude of the likes you have never seen. Courage and a reckless disregard for danger; yep; Sylph liked him. though she didn't need any help being deadly without a wand: Sylph did not have the toned figure of an athlete for nothing; she could give anyone the physical run around, strong despite her lean frame and fast despite her height. One flying tackle from her and all but the toughest would be floored, one kick and they would not get up again. What was the point in martial arts, too? Pretty, yes, and useful, but wizards very rarely bothered; magic was a far more powerful tool.
At his last words, Sylph snorted in laughter, and she was not the only one. Aednat was babbling away as was her wont, and Ashelle had volunteered her services, as was hers. Then again, the last of the Rainiers, as she liked to refer to herself, had the annoying habit of always having to defer to her superiors. Just once Sylph wished the younger Gryffindor would act impulsively and in the interests of others as well as herself. Ashelle was alright really, but she did have that Slytherin aspect to her. Elorra, on the other hand, suddenly seemed unaccountably nervous at James' comments about secret weapons and such. Sylph grinned and nudged her fairy friend.
"Don't worry 'bout it," she winked. "You can just blind the enemy with glitter instead, right?" Turning to James again, however, she flashed a characteristic devil-may-care Sylph grin, getting things back on course before everybody started chattering again.
"So you mean to set up a series of classes, of a sort," she said, not a question, just a flat statement laced with cool authority. "When do you intend to start them up, and where will you hold them? Got a battle plan?" It was all said lightly and with wry humour, but there was an urgency to her simple words. There was no point hanging around here getting nothing sorted or completed - decisions had to be made, and the sooner, the better. Sylph knew all about how tough it was to organise students for this sort of thing - there were many distractions, and if things weren't stated clearly, it was as likely as not that nothing would come of all of their grand schemes.
OOC: apologies if this post is a little rubbish - I wrote it at work and it's been hell today - there's two of us here - usually there's at least seven of us. There's more team leaders than CSAs... stupid, hectic, and not conducive to posting.
He also seemed far more optimistic than Sylph at that moment; the violet haired girl was usually as cheerful and upbeat as anyone could ever need to be, but she also had a rather long streak of realism in her personality. If James could train them, fine, but they were but few, and the Shadows had thousands of hands at their disposal, and not just humans, either, if the tabloids were to be believed. His father may have groomed him, as he said, but Sylph doubted if it be enough to help them fight the Shadows openly. Still, the kid had guts, and that more than anything endeared the Gryffindor prefect to him, despite his slightly arrogant words about being an elite, not to mention the presumptuous attitude of the likes you have never seen. Courage and a reckless disregard for danger; yep; Sylph liked him. though she didn't need any help being deadly without a wand: Sylph did not have the toned figure of an athlete for nothing; she could give anyone the physical run around, strong despite her lean frame and fast despite her height. One flying tackle from her and all but the toughest would be floored, one kick and they would not get up again. What was the point in martial arts, too? Pretty, yes, and useful, but wizards very rarely bothered; magic was a far more powerful tool.
At his last words, Sylph snorted in laughter, and she was not the only one. Aednat was babbling away as was her wont, and Ashelle had volunteered her services, as was hers. Then again, the last of the Rainiers, as she liked to refer to herself, had the annoying habit of always having to defer to her superiors. Just once Sylph wished the younger Gryffindor would act impulsively and in the interests of others as well as herself. Ashelle was alright really, but she did have that Slytherin aspect to her. Elorra, on the other hand, suddenly seemed unaccountably nervous at James' comments about secret weapons and such. Sylph grinned and nudged her fairy friend.
"Don't worry 'bout it," she winked. "You can just blind the enemy with glitter instead, right?" Turning to James again, however, she flashed a characteristic devil-may-care Sylph grin, getting things back on course before everybody started chattering again.
"So you mean to set up a series of classes, of a sort," she said, not a question, just a flat statement laced with cool authority. "When do you intend to start them up, and where will you hold them? Got a battle plan?" It was all said lightly and with wry humour, but there was an urgency to her simple words. There was no point hanging around here getting nothing sorted or completed - decisions had to be made, and the sooner, the better. Sylph knew all about how tough it was to organise students for this sort of thing - there were many distractions, and if things weren't stated clearly, it was as likely as not that nothing would come of all of their grand schemes.
OOC: apologies if this post is a little rubbish - I wrote it at work and it's been hell today - there's two of us here - usually there's at least seven of us. There's more team leaders than CSAs... stupid, hectic, and not conducive to posting.